Tuhel stepped forward, swung the sword with both hands diagonally, and the holy light lingering on the blade slowly spread out like ripples. ¡è Catroman twisted his wrist, and the long knife that pierced the enemy's body was pulled out from the bottom up. The sword energy burst out, blood shot into the sky, and the corpse fell to the ground. He took advantage of the situation and turned around, the swords met, and the two of them were stunned. The opponent easily blocked his full blow. Tuhel's heart was awe-inspiring, and he grasped the silver sword with both hands and slashed continuously. For a moment, the holy light surged, and the sword's afterimages crisscrossed the area. He knew that Catroman would attack with all his strength after he regained his breath, so he deployed his sword energy in advance to delay as much time as possible. "For Inedil, but also for the soldiers under his command. Since the war, no fewer than thirty military masters have been killed by Catroman's sword. If this continues, the entire Bright New Army will collapse. Only Tuchel, the temporary commander-in-chief of the Guangming New Army, can stand a chance against him. And that's exactly what he did. After issuing the military order to "hold on", Tuchel personally greeted him. "Seeking death!" Carter Roman snorted disdainfully. As a legendary warrior, his control over the long sword has reached the extreme. The long blade was still held upside down, and the front half of the blade was covered with a layer of sticky blood, stretching and breathing like a living thing. The blood-coagulated tip melted instantly when it came into contact with the sword light. The sword net that Tuhel had worked so hard to lay was easily broken. He looked solemn, held the sword across his chest, and slowly let out a breath. The brilliance of Catroman lies in turning the pause between moves into the preparation for the next move. This reflects his thorough grasp of the battle situation and his superb swordsmanship. After breaking through the sword net, Catroman stepped forward and his offensive was continuous, like flowing clouds and flowing water. You can only truly fight against legendary warriors. Only then did Tuchel understand their horror. He struggled to hold on, trying to find the opponent's flaws to counterattack, but Catroman's sword moves were perfect and there were no flaws at all. And Cat Roman¡¯s every move carries astonishing destructive power. Tuchel had to retreat continuously to dodge those seemingly insubstantial and powerless chops. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Cat Roman passed by him. A line of blood shot out. Tuchel really took it for granted to dodge attacks in front of an agile legendary warrior. "General, capture him alive!" King Naqini came on horseback and casually ordered. He was quite interested in the temporary commander-in-chief of the Bright New Army. "As the king wishes." Carter Roman laughed loudly and replied confidently. His fierce offensive became a little more relaxed, but became more dense, like a dragnet, leaving Tuchel with nowhere to escape. "Don't even think about it!" I felt great humiliation. Tuhel shouted loudly and raised his sword high. The next moment, the long sword swung down, and at the same time as the fan-shaped sword light appeared, he kicked forward with both feet and used the knight's "thrust" move. "Want to escape?" Seeing that he was exposed, he did not even consider his own safety with this move, just to break out of the knife circle. Catroman smiled coldly and turned into a bloody rainbow light. He chased after him like a shadow. ¡°Failed to fight again and again, unable to escape, it was the first time Tuchel was in such a mess. He was about to turn around and fight Catroman, but he found that the holy light in the sky suddenly dimmed. The whole world dimmed. ? ****** ? Hundreds of pastors sang in unison. From the back camp of the Guangming New Army, melodious chants rang out. Inedil stood in the air above the priest's square, the majestic holy power gradually gathered, and he used his five fingers to guide this holy power to condense and take shape. A Holy Spirit Warrior more than 100 meters tall. Being shaped by life. It has a silver helmet and silver armor, an indifferent face, and holds a sharp-edged war hammer. It is surrounded by brilliant lights and looks majestic. The Holy Spirit Warrior stepped forward, his huge feet lifted up and fell down, turning everything he stepped onto into powder. The Snowton soldiers who faced him all took a deep breath. This, this is an irresistible miracle. Catroman stood there, no longer chasing, and let Tuchel slip away. He looked up and stared at the Holy Spirit, clenched the long knife in his hand, and prepared to step forward to fight. "I'll come." King Nachini said this, patted his horse, passed him, and went straight to greet him. The vermilion energy jumped out from the top of his head, like a vast wolf smoke, rushing straight towards the sky. Then, the rich blood energy spread, and the shadow that stood tall and tall, with long hair disheveled and bulging muscles, clenched his fists and fought with the Holy Spirit. "Expand your formation and continue the attack!" Carter Roman took over the command and ordered the soldiers to bypass the two sides and attack the scattered defense lines of the New Light Army. At the same time, the sound of horse hooves came from the west. A group of ferocious heavy cavalry attacked the fifth legion of the Bright New Army that had just entered the battlefield from the side and rear. The black flag dyed with ink has no pattern on the flag. The fifth legion, whose position was not stable, was overwhelmed by the rolling iron flow before it had time to react. Looking at the north and south of the mainland, there are very few armies that can organize effective resistance when facing the terrifying charge of the "Black Flag Marching Army". It was precisely because the Fifth Army Corps returned to the rescue that the "Black Flag" was able to cross the river without interference. They set up their formation and went up the river, gradually increasing their speed until they launched a fatal blow. The northwest corner was completely occupied, the southwest corner was completely collapsed, and only the northeast corner of the Guangming New Army's camp remained. Under the joint attack of "Blue Clothes Long Shot" and "Hengdao Battalion", this last position is also in danger. "Retreat!" Tuhel calmed down and ordered loudly. He planned to gather the remaining troops behind the Holy Spirit Warriors and reorganize the defense line under its cover. At just this moment, a flash of blood flashed from the corner of his eye. Catroman held the knife in his back and flew towards the priest group behind him. "Stop him!" Tuchel was shocked and hurriedly called his subordinates to stop him. If the singing priest is assassinated by Catroman, then the battle situation among the giants will not be able to maintain balance. Dozens of paladins gathered around, Catroman shouted, and his sword danced like a wheel. The first wave of attacks was repulsed, and the second wave of attacks came again. At this critical moment, he raised his hand and threw the sword wheel in his hand. Using his palm as a blade, he concentrated his energy and blocked the sword. . There was a scream from behind, and Tuhel looked back in shock, only to see the rotating knife wheel exploding in the priest's square, killing all the nearby priests and priests. Affected by this, the Holy Spirit Warrior also briefly stagnated for a moment. The bloody shadow took the opportunity to twist its hands, and King Nachini jumped up and slashed down from its head. Like a sword cutting off a mountain, the Lion King floats to the ground. The shattered holy light that fills the sky is the shattered hope of the New Army of Light. ¡(To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster! ps: (First update.)